"Senior, it would be easy to kill me, but that thing..." Gouzhu forced a smile under the pressure and said, "No one will be able to find it..."

"The three people except me don't know where the things are at all," he pointed at Song Ruhai and the other three with a slight twitch of his lips, "So, it's easy for the young one to die, but it's difficult to get the senior's things back...

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Song Ruhai and Fei Niu were both aware of this terrifying pressure.

Not only were they firmly pressed to the ground and unable to stand up, but the expressions on their faces were frozen and they could not say anything.

This old man can control everything here: including any movement of the air in this room, including the goosebumps and every hair on their bodies, the flow of blood in their bodies, and their breathing and heartbeats.

Perhaps the only thing he couldn't control was the fear that arose in the hearts of these people.

"where is it?"

The reason why the old man allowed Gouzhu to talk was obviously because he wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I will find it early in the morning and put it back in its original place..."

"As long as senior is willing to do one thing with dignity..."

The only thing Gouzhu could do under this pressure was to speak, and even the freedom to show expressions was deprived of him.

"What's the matter?" The old man's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

"Sending a few juniors across the bridge takes no effort at all from the seniors."

The old man's face twitched.

Since he has been a slave in this power transfer tower, although there is no prohibition on assisting students in cheating in the contract of sale, he is a craftsman who is extremely rigid in everything, and it is indeed extremely painful for him to accept "assisting in cheating".

But the pain of losing the results of more than ten years of hard work is greater than destroying this obsessive-compulsive and rigid pursuit of perfection.

"I agree."

After a moment of dead silence, the old man said in a deep voice.

"Deal." Gou Zhu suddenly found that he was free to laugh again.

The coercion in the room completely disappeared, and the old man seemed to have become an ordinary carpenter again.

Song Ruhai and Fei Niu looked at all these changes in surprise, while Mu Mu was still snoring.

The difference was that the old man did not go down to his underground workshop.

When a long job that lasted for more than ten years was suddenly interrupted, he felt worried and lost interest in continuing to work.

If there is no hope at all, he can only start from scratch.

But the shrewd young man in front of him gave him such a sense of tension that he didn't want to go anywhere. He just stared at this young man here and never left.

It seems that only in this way can he avoid all accidents.

He just let Gouzhu stare dumbfounded until morning. When the first ray of morning light drove away the darkness, the old man suddenly changed his expression.

"You guys, come to learn swordsmanship?"

Gou Zhu laughed dumbly.

His guess was indeed correct, the old man had no memory during the day - his adventure was a success.

Otherwise, with this old guy's amazing consciousness, no matter how far he can run, the old man will still find this thing by himself during the day, and his plan will completely fail.

"We don't learn swordsmanship, and we don't cross that bridge ourselves."

Gouzhu muttered as usual, preventing the old man from taking them to the bridge to explain again. Usually as long as he said this, the old man would ignore them and go to check the rope bridge and puppets. If nothing was wrong, he would come back and continue.

The carpentry is alive.

He went directly outside, and the heart was left outside the door. You could see it when you opened the door.

It was already dark when he went out yesterday and he didn't dare to run far, but this little darkness was enough to block everything.

He picked up the heart wrapped in white cloth and took it back to the room.

There was no fluctuation in the old man's expression. He had no memory and had no idea what Gouzhu was holding.

Gouzhu realized that destroying the five bridges was unnecessary.

Because during the day, the old man simply ignored him when he entered and exited the underground workshop. He must have set up the restrictions and locks at night. The old man during the day had no idea what else was underground.

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Gouzhu put the thing back into the underground workshop.

After staying outside for a night, the red light flowing in the heart has become a little dim. Sure enough, the aura outside is far insufficient compared to this room.

The spiritual fire in the room has been cooking the pot of sap from the fairy tree.

The pure Yang spirit energy in the wood spirit energy was boiled out in this way and filled the room, so rich that the air in the whole room felt stagnant.

This heart will slowly absorb these pure Yang auras here, and the red aura on it will gradually become brighter again, and it will beat more powerfully.

Red streams of light spread across these spaces, flowing like water. The whole world was pulsating as a whole, once, once, like a heart beating. The strange thing was that he didn't feel unsteady. It was as if he was not standing, but

It's floating in this world.

This red color is gradually expanding, and Gouzhu gradually feels that everything in front, back, left, right, and top has turned into patches of transparent blood red. These blood reds are some twisted walls and pipes, forming spaces one by one, connected together through pipes, like

Some kind of deep underground cave.

Gouzhu moved around in these maze-like caves in a daze.

Gouzhu suddenly realized, "Is this in the heart?"

But he didn't feel any uneasiness in his heart. The wonderful environment aroused his strong curiosity, just like a traveler who encounters beautiful scenery for the first time, only feeling happy and excited.

This red material is as soft as gelatin, but as crystal clear as red agate, and can consolidate spiritual energy.

Of course, if this heart has a soul, then these auras can also be called true qi.

Just like the forbidden wooden formations he had seen, these pure Yang spiritual energy were consolidated in these substances, forming an extremely complex formation.

They stimulate and stimulate these substances, making the whole heart beat again and again without stopping. Of course, each beat consumes a part of the pure Yang spiritual energy. But it also absorbs the pure Yang spiritual energy from the outside to continue to maintain this

Dancing on the edge of the cliff.

Gouzhu tried to understand the formation diagram in this world just like he understood the restrictions on the wooden door.

He failed.

This formation is too mysterious and complicated, and his entire consciousness cannot contain so many things. I really don’t know how anyone could arrange it.

Gouzhu gradually reached the depths of this heart.

At the deepest point is a giant egg, which stands among many red and twisted blood vessels.

The pale blue jade-like simple shell glowed with a faint white light.

Gouzhu was attracted by the dome, and his curiosity burned like fire. He couldn't help but touch the dome.

A huge, deep "click" sound came from the eggshell.

A crack has appeared on the eggshell.

A strong suction force came from the eggshell, almost absorbing himself into the egg. He was completely unable to stop this force. Fear suddenly filled his entire heart, but it was too late.

"It's over!" Gouzhu stamped his foot, regretful.

At this moment, a mysterious and powerful force suddenly grabbed his arm, and Gouzhu was not sucked into the egg for a moment.

The suction force that pops out of the cracked eggshell is still extremely powerful.

Gouzhu was pulled in opposite directions by these two forces, and he felt like he was slowly being stretched, like a stick of ramen, getting longer and longer.

A strange and severe pain came from the broken part. The pain was like a broken limb, but it was not a broken limb, but another kind of loss, such as a soul.

This noodle finally broke irresistibly.

It was as if part of Gouzhu's soul had been cut off. This kind of pain was worse than a real severed limb. Gouzhu couldn't help but let out a shrill scream.

Gouzhu trembled all over, as if falling from an infinite height, and suddenly woke up.

He was sweating profusely and sat where he was, still staring at the blood-red heart that had been put back on the workbench.

There was still pain in his arm, but the unfathomable old man still clamped his arm tightly. When he finally woke up, the old man

Let go of your hands.

"What am I...?"

Although everything seemed like an illusion, the cold sweat all over his body was real.

And the feeling of being torn apart just now really made him feel as if he had lost something, but he couldn't remember what he had lost.

The only good news is that he is still alive.

"You ruined this old treasure."

The old man sighed, but there seemed to be hope in his eyes as he stared at the heart clamped on the wooden vise. "But it's possible that he saved it."

The red aura inside it was more intense and active than before, and an extra white aura began to flow together.

The heart is the residence of the soul.
To be continued...